Okay wow, totally forgot an intro on the first chapter! Sorry guys! So basically this is a Delena fic. Elena goes back in time and meets the Salvatore's in 1864. Stefan is almost too innocent and childlike, yet stubborn and almost rude to her, as he is "in love" with Katherine. Damon is more kind to her, yet still believes he loves Katherine. Elena might be able to save him a heartbreak, and feelings may begin to change for both of them.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, though I'd love to own Damon ;)

Her head felt hazy. That's the first thing Elena can remember conciously thinking after waking up. Where was she? The place didn't look familiar at all. Almost panicked, Elena shot up, only to feel a light pain in her ribs. The suddenly there was a man a man and a woman in the door way.

"Hello, mam, don't be afraid, it's quite alright, you're safe." He assured her. Something about him looked familiar, though she couldn't figure out what. And what was he wearing? She wondered, looking over his suit.

"My servant Maria, will look after your wounds, you must have suffered a great fall," he told her edging a little closer, while allowing the older woman to look over Elena. "It seems as though you have bruised a rib or two" he continued, "My eldest, Damon, found you, not far from our property line." This brushed a note in her. "Damon?" She asked, still completely confused. "Yes, my eldest." The man informed her. "My name is Giuseppe Salvatore, you are in my manor, their is another young lady here who looks quite a lot like you, striking, mind you. It's very peculiar, but I'm sure we can clear all this up once you are feeling well, once more. Do you have a name?"

Elena thought this all over for a moment. Giuseppe was Damon and Stefan's father. But Stefan killed him, back in the 1800's. She looked around, took in the antique attire, and remembered the formality in which the man spoke. And he'd said his eldest, Damon...there was no way. She couldn't be in the 1800's! It took her a moment to realize he was still waiting for an answer. "Um...Elena...just Elena, that's all I remember." she lied, thinking it would be better to figure out what was going on first. "Alright Miss Elena, get some rest, and you may join us when you feel up to it."

A few hours later, Elena still hadn't snapped back to reality, or woken up from this crazy dream, or whatever it was. And with a little sleep she was feeling better. She informed Maria, who was actually quite sweet, that she wished to get dressed and meet with the Salvatores. Hopefully she'd get this settled. Maria helped her get dressed, and the corset was still rather painful. However, it gave her time to think. So if this really was 1864, then Damon and Stefan would turn. Only it seemed Katherine was here now. So they haven't been turned yet. Katherine. Running from Klaus for about 400 years at this point, she'd recognize Elena as a Doppelganger. What would all this mean. How was this even possible? She decided to go along with it until an answer was shown to her. Soon she was able to make her way through the house, it was quite grand, as she took it in. She made her way down the stairs, looking around at the massive structure and the arched ceiling of the foyer. Mistakenly, she backed into something, or someone.

"Katherine?" Damon asked, steadying her. Elena could barely hide her shock. Damon looked so...young? His clothes were white and he wore a straw hat, his hair slightly longer than usual, and curly. His cheeks were flushed and he looked so...human.

"No...I'm Elena," She caught herself.

"Oh right, may I apologize. My father informed me that you had awoken."

Elena shook her head at this alternate version of Damon, but needed more information.

"You were the one who found me?" She questioned.

"Ah, that's correct, Miss Elena. You were on the grounds, just past where our property ends, and I thought..." he blushed slightly. "Well I thought you were someone else."

"Katherine?" She asked, clearly surprising him.

"You know Katherine?"

"No," she told him quickly, " Your father just told me that there was another woman here who looked exactly like me. I just assumed."

"Oh, well yes, I thought you were Katherine." He told her, " Honest, the two of you must be related in some way. You must meet her, perhaps she'll know who you are." He paused, as though he thought his statement rude. "I'm sorry, it's only that my father told me you had lost your memories, I thought perhaps she might be able to help."

"That's a good idea." Elena smiled at him, yes, perhaps Katherine would know what was going on.

"Oh good, come with me, we were all just about to have lunch." Damon offered his arm, and hesitantly, she took it. She would definately have to get use to this Damon.

He led her into a giant dinning area, where his and Stefan's father was already sitting. "Ah, Miss Elena? I presume?" Mr. Salvatore asked, uncertainly.

"Yes sir." Elena replied, just as another door openned and Katherine entered, with Stefan on her arm. Elena froze slightly, still not completely use to seeing a carbon copy of herself. Stefan broke the silence. "Wow. Father, you said they resembled. I was unaware of how much."

"It's strange, yes, but perhaps we will figure it all out, after dinner."

Everyone took their seats as the servants brought out the food. Elena's mind was reeling at the unnaturalness of it all. And Stefan, he looked even younger than Damon had. His face was relaxed in a way she'd rarely gotten to see it before. And he kept glancing between herself and Katherine, as if still unable to believe the similarities. The men shared small talk over dinner and all went smoothly, Katherine kept a trained eye on Elena, one she occasionally returned.

After a while the talk turned back to the girls.

"So Katherine, do you know Elena?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Salvatore," She said with just the right hint of innocence, "But I do know that I was adopted into the Pierce family, so I suppose it's a possibility that we are related. Closely related even." She mused, taking another sip of her drink.

"Fasinating, "Mr. Salvatore stated, "The two of you could be twins. I've never seen such exact replicas before."

"Nor have I." Katherine smirked slightly, her eyes on Elena's face.

She knows. Elena thought. She knows why I'm here. I need to talk to her. And the oportunity then presented intself.

" Well I suppose I will turn in for a while," Katherine informed the room. "It's been a rather long day." She smiled at Stefan, who returned it with a grin. Only Elena noticed Damon's crestfallen face. She knew how this worked, she'd heard this story before, and there was nothing to do.

"I think I will also," She said, standing up to exit.

"Of course," Mr. Salvatore dismissed both women.

They walked side by side out of the room and all the way up the stairs before turning on each other, at the same time. "I know who you are, Elena." Katherine told her, "I know you're from a different time, and I know your'e a doppelganger."

Elena scoffed, "Well I guess that clears it all up," she half whispered. "How the hell did I get here? What do you know, Katherine. Do you know what happened? How I got here?"

Katherine's smile made her feel cold. "Of course I do Elena...I sent for you."